This is a song about "Social"

But it was africa the continent we all came from

When its actually just a social occasion

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Social conditioning and

So dunn stay silent

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.